Rain In Travancore Poem by Oliver .........

The rain now falls; its diamonds break, and break!
The rain here sinks like thoughts that lapse in mind;
Enormous and blissful, it drives its frenzy to wake

Up blistered earth's seeds extracting hoarded
Heat from flustered lips of thirsty trees; it
Evokes madness of water beneath the ground

That sucks in roots until their goings repeat
In secret day by day. Violence of clouds,
The end of sultry summer, the swords of lightning that

Would flash horrendously, and charging knives of winds
That'd rip some homes! The rain in June, the ground
Soaker, uproots some trees behind those pylons;

But aunt Betsy won't be afraid; she would stand
Absorbed in prayer, faith in God turning
Off her fears, despite the deaths around the wold.

The rain falls, cleansing the air; its march resounding
In hills; its hymns suddenly breaking on highlands
Where forests now dwindle with the greed of men forcing

Their way up, The kids, they wonder at baptismal showers;
Like torrents dashing off the rocks, they roam.
Now tropical green glistens; its watered glass

Undulating in soggy June, its unctioned form
Adorning the terrain as aunt Betsy's fearless
Mister daring out to work in a neighbour's farm!

Her folks, they fear the flood again; its curse
They talk about as rain falls; they scan the sky
Which begets the rain like a god; they stay indoors
While gorges spout the load of water into a valley.
Again the rain, again its rage above
The hills of Travancore! The floods swash in madly;

The Pamba swallows a hamlet its waters swirlingly move
Across the uneasy sight of aunt Betsy!
Does fate here rudely write its firman above

The folks? A forest bulges at the scree
Of a hill, where Pamba twists like a python, guzzling
All rain. Who'd dare cross the swashing fury

Of Pamba? None; The rain melody's loosening,
The winds are eastering as rain falls all over;
The rain gouges the loam, then straggles away, abating

At last. The rain's long and heavy; it'd tire
The earth by months; but as folks glance the earth,
The rain's soft too, for it'd nurture them ever, and ever!